More Randomnizing (read the post below this one for info as to what this is)

I sat down beside Jacob. "Well, while there's money there's hope, as I say, and we're not broke yet. I'll find something, Jacob, I always do."
"Huh!" I could tell he didn't believe me - and had no cause to. "Since when? Since the day that you put oregano in the porridge and made it taste horrible? Since when?"
"Since I had to look after this house!" I exclaimed. "I know I put that oregano in the porridge, but have I done it again?"
"No," Jacob said meekly, "you haven't. You only stick to things like bad sugar and sour raisins and - "
He never finished. The all-enduring pillow from the chair came down upon his head and whacked a stewpot in the process like a knell of doom.
"Thanks, little sister," Jacob said, rubbing his head like it hurt. "That was so necessary, I'm sure."
"Indeed," I said, realizing sarcasm when I heard it, "it was, Master Jacob. Or, you would have continued warbling on about my terrible cooking skills. Go on outside and warble to the cattle then. They won't whack you with anything."
After Jacob was gone, I started supper, wishing that I didn't have to. Everything was twice as precious as it had been before he came. But when you live with a seventeen-year-old boy you get to know that this is not the way it works.
Jacob came in again, swinging a pail and his hands at the same time.
"What've you got in that pail, Jacob? Not milk, I hope."
"Sorry, sis, but that's it. There wasn't much." He sat down with a sigh of perturbation. "I suppose supper won't be much?"
"No, it won't, you boy, not if you want it to last."
Jacob accepted his fate with a uncomplimentary shrug of the shoulders. "Oh, well. I was planning on taking a trip into town tomorrow if you wanted to go with me."
I slowly looked up from the carrot I was dicing and gave him the stare. "What for?"
"I need a few things...a job, for instance."
That was the only reason?

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Randomnizing (is that a word?)

Tell me if my comments get too boring, those of you who aren't afraid to tell me the truth to my face....:) But, honestly, do I really lead a very interesting life? (that was a rhetorical question; and if any of you don't know what rhetorical means call me up or use the dictionary) So you can't really blame me for it. I can't say I honestly lead a interesting life. Yes, to me it's interesting, but I don't know about the rest of you...:)

I stood stock-still in the middle of the room and stared at the closed door opposite me. It had just closed a second ago, leaving a cold, wintry wind blowing through the cabin, whistling through the chinks, wending is way up the chimney. All I could think of was what he'd said.
The school was closed.
I'd been expecting it for a while, but now that it came it left a sting like a sprig of mint when you're not prepared for it.
The school was closed.
I stood there, staring at the door, for who-knows how long before I finally moved. And when I did move, it wasn't to the fireplace to stoke the fire. It wasn't toward the bedroom, although it was ten at night. I moved to the cupboard where I kept my earnings. If the school was closed, I'd have to find work someplace else. And out here, with not another city for miles, that wasn't going to be easy.
The door opened again, and Jacob whistled his way inside, his arms full of wood he'd split. He must have been surprised by my stricken face, for he started, then continued until he'd gotten the wood where it belonged.
"Hey, Patience, buck up. What gloomy and terrible thing has happened?"
I needed no words. I held out the paycheck I'd been unknowingly holding all this time, and he knew.
"Oh, Patience..."
"I don't know what we're going to do, Jacob," I said, hating my voice for shaking so much. "I just don't know."
Jacob sat down heavily on the hearth with a sigh. "Neither do I, Patience, neither do I."

Don't ask me what I'm doing, that was all off the hook. It was really random, but I might continue it in another post. We'll see.